little emperor of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 220
"Fan Chengxiu, are you recruiting for your master?"

Facing Zhao Shizhen, who was almost rebellious, Fan Chengxiu, who had been prepared for a long time, had a calm face, frowned, and there was no joy or anger on his face, "We grew up, can I not know who you are? "

One sentence made Zhao Shizhen a little embarrassed, most of the anger on his face disappeared, he sat down angrily, and said in a rough voice: "Old Fan, we are friends who beat children. Since you know my temper, you shouldn't be in front of me." Say something like that!"

He snorted from the depths of his nose, squeezed out a trace of probing light from the slits of his eyes, and pulled around Zhao Shizhen's old face, Fan Cheng gritted his teeth in his heart: Don't be fierce, see if I don't fool you to death!

"Who do you think I am, Fan Chengxiu? Let me tell you the truth. Before I came to you today, I had already found out your old background, but I still came. One is to meet old friends; the other is to be my boss." I have to obey, even if I say you don’t follow, it doesn’t mean I didn’t ask; third, do you think it’s great to be a servant of the Ministry of Industry?” After speaking, he sneered and put the glass of cold wine in his hand , raised his neck and poured it directly, landed on the table with a bang, and shouted: "Full up!"

The young servant serving the wine hurried over, but was blocked by Fan Chengxiu, who glared at Zhao Shizhen and shouted, "Come here!"

The boy was dumbfounded and at a loss, Zhao Shizhen didn't say a word, reached out to take the jug with a dark face, and filled him a glass.

Fan Chengxiu snorted, his ugly face slowed down a bit, and his slippery eyes turned around on Zhao Shizhen's face, "Let me ask you, why did you get promoted to be the minister of the Ministry of Industry?"

Zhao Shizhen is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he gave him a blank look, and said impatiently: "You said you've inquired about selling that door, I don't believe you don't know, speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go of farts if you have something to say!"

The servants who were waiting on the side stuck out their tongues together, shouting in their hearts that the master is mighty.

Fan Chengxiu, who was scolded, was not annoyed at all, but instead smiled: "Well, before you became the servant, you were a scholar in the Honglu Temple in Beijing for ten years, and you didn't have a bright future until the crown prince came to power. Today, the third-rank senior officials look very beautiful, but look at how old they are, their hair is almost gray, and they will have to go home to retire in a few years!"

Zhao Shizhen didn't take it seriously at all: "The scholar died for the one who knew himself, let alone a few years before I go down, even if there is one year left, I have to repay His Highness for his kindness and promotion."

Fan Chengxiu suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness. Just by saying these words, he could almost predict that what he wanted to do today would not be easy. His heart felt a little cold, and he forcibly calmed down: "It's very good, be a man. There is no need to talk about benevolence and righteousness. Not to mention you, a third-rank servant, even I, a little sixth-rank master under the tent of Uncle Ning Yuan, weather the wind and rain, and I am the kindness of knowing you."

Seeing Zhao Shizhen tilting his head and looking at him, he suddenly smiled slyly, "I am far inferior to you in terms of official rank, but do you know how much my annual salary is?"

Zhao Shizhen looked at him suspiciously, "How much?"

Fan Chengxiu raised her head proudly, stretched out five fingers, and said with a golden knife, "Guess!"

Looking at those five fingers, Zhao Shizhen thought about it seriously: "50 taels?"

The amount Zhao Shizhen mentioned is already quite a lot. You must know that the annual salary of a first-rank official in Daming was only more than 300 taels of silver. For example, he has been a scholar in Zhongshushe for half his life, and his annual salary is only a few dozen taels of silver.

Fan Chengxiu's small eyes shone brightly, and he laughed out loud: "Let me tell you clearly, 500 taels!"

Looking at Zhao Shizhen's eyeballs that were about to pop out of their sockets, Fan Chengxiu gave him a pitiful look like looking at a turtle: "This is just silver, and there is still land left..." coughed softly, and was about to continue showing off At that time, he found that Zhao Shizhen's face had become calm.

"Old Fan, we grew up together, you don't know me or I don't know you, you and I have our own ambitions, wealth is lovely, but you know that my ambition is not here." At this point, the voice became heart-pounding and sincere , reached out and lifted the jug to fill up the wine glass in front of Fan Chengxiu.

Seeing his serious movements, the smile on his face finally cleared up, he sighed suddenly, and pressed Zhao Shizhen's hand: "Don't pour it down, if I drink this glass of wine, you should throw it out next." Let me go, and our friendship for the rest of our lives is probably gone."

The two looked at each other for a while, and Zhao Shizhen looked at him seriously: "Old friend for many years, you know my temper, and you can clearly tell the reason for your visit, otherwise, after drinking this glass of wine, I can only pile two mountains together and give it to you." is you."

The official has a big temper, suppressing the idea of ​​cutting this old thing, and glaring at this stupid lump of wood, Fan Chengxiu decided not to go around in circles: "Uncle Ning Yuan asked me to invite you to Liaodong. A thousand taels, a hundred hectares of fertile fields."

Zhao Shizhen was unmoved at all, and continued expressionlessly: "What's the price?"

Fan Chengxiu laughed happily: "Yes, but there is only one. Bring the firearm you developed! Uncle Li will open a special research and development site for you, and produce all the firearms you have made over the years. The world knows your calligraphy name, As your friend, I know that you have been immersed in firearms all your life, and your attainments are even better than calligraphy! You will definitely be moved by a high official and rich salary, but if you put your life's research into reality, I don't believe you. tempted!"

Looking at the silent Zhao Shizhen, Fan Chengxiu finally showed a proud smile of a fox stealing a chick from the corner of his mouth.

As an old friend for many years, Fan Chengxiu really understands Zhao Shizhen's temper. Taking Zhao Shizhen as a person, he is grateful for the promotion of the prince. Gold, silver and treasure may not come into his eyes, but if someone can exhaust his life's efforts Compared with what he has studied and put into reality, the current official position and knowledge have become insignificant things. This is the magic weapon he prepared to win Zhao Shizhen. It's for this.

As it turns out, he was completely wrong...

It didn't take him long to think as he expected, and Zhao Shizhen had already reacted as soon as the words on his side fell.Under Fan Chengxiu's astonished eyes, Zhao Shizhen suddenly laughed, ignored him, drank three cups by himself, and suddenly threw the cup in his hand to the ground, causing broken porcelain to splash everywhere.

This time it seemed to fall on Fan Chengxiu's face, he suddenly stood up, and said with a dark face, "Zhao Changji, what do you mean!"

The faces of the servants turned pale with fright. How could an old friend reunion and a joyful conversation turn into such a tense situation.

First, he waved a few servants out, and then greeted Fan Chengxiu, who was about to turn his back on him, to sit down, and said slowly: "Old Fan, go back and thank Uncle Li for me."

After saying this sentence, Fan Chengxiu's expression softened, knowing that there was more to come, so he snorted and sat down.

The light flickered on and off, and the light and shadow on half of Zhao Shizhen's face changed, flickering and unpredictable: "If you came to talk to me two months ago, I would be so grateful, and I would not hesitate to immediately Go to Liaodong with you, do you believe it or not?"

Looking at Fan Chengxiu's face that seemed to understand something, Zhao Shizhen showed a smile, shook his head and said: "But it's not possible now, not to mention a thousand taels of silver, even if it's ten thousand taels, I won't go."

When Fan Chengxiu first came to the capital, he learned from Li Rusong that Zhao Shizhen had been promoted to be the minister of the Ministry of Industry. He didn't take this matter seriously because he knew Zhao Shizhen well.Compared with official salary and other things, what he really cares about is his research.As long as he made the last condition, he believed that Zhao Shizhen would go back to Liaodong with him without hesitation. He never said these words to Li Rusong, because he was absolutely sure, and this was also his guarantee in front of Li Chengliang. The true intention of traveling thousands of miles to the capital in person.

What method did the prince use?Can Zhao Shizhen be so determined?
Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in front of his eyes, and as soon as the previous and future events were connected, Fan Chengxiu suddenly thought of something, his heart sank instantly, and he lost his voice: "Could it be that the prince has asked you to start making firearms? Your Thunderbolt is about to be made!" Is it gone?"

In response to Fan Chengxiu's violent reaction, Zhao Shizhen nodded and shook his head again: "You are half right, but you are still half wrong."

This time Fan Chengxiu really couldn't bear it anymore, this guy is too hateful, he dared to play tricks on himself at this time!I really couldn't hold back my petulant temper, as soon as I reached out and grabbed his neck, the eyeballs were about to burst into flames: "Say, don't tell me I hit you!"

Fight without talking, this is what the two of them have been playing since they were young.Generally speaking, Zhao Shizhen was often beaten, and the reason was very simple. Fan Chengxiu had a lot of heart, and every time the two fought, the heartless person would suffer more.

"You're half right that the prince really asked me to make firearms, and half of what's wrong is that the firearms you made are not my firearms."

The words are a bit awkward, but the meaning is still easy to understand.

Before he knew it, his hand had already been released, and Fan Chengxiu's mouth was big enough to fit a duck egg, and he said in disbelief, "What are you talking about? The Crown Prince uses you not to make you a firearm designed by you, but to be someone else's firearm?"

Seeing the other party's face without the slightest joke and quietly nodding his head, Fan Chengxiu, who was overly frightened, sat down on the chair: "...how is this possible?" Suddenly his eyes lit up, and his breathing became heavy: "...also That is to say, the firearm that the crown prince asked you to make is better than what you designed?"

It's not good, it's much better... Even though he felt uncomfortable, Zhao Shizhen still looked at Fan Chengxiu with admiration. He is really a guy who can shine brightly when given a little sunshine. All eighty-nine are inseparable.Feeling overwhelmed, Zhao Shizhen was secretly vigilant, remembering the instructions of the prince Zhu Changluo, and secretly warned himself to be careful, this guy is too smart and too ghostly, I can only say so much today, and I will miss anything else.

Glancing at Fan Chengxiu's mouth which was moving all the time but making no sound, Zhao Shizhen unceremoniously cut off Fan Chengxiu's last words: "I can only say this for the sake of friendship between you and me today. , there’s really nothing else to say.”

Staring blankly at Zhao Shizhen, looking at the resolute expression on his face, he suddenly laughed, grabbed the flagon and poured his head up, and said loudly: "You lied to me! Who is the one who makes firearms in this world? Your opponent, don't try to fool me! In this case, do you dare to give me the blueprint of the Thunderbolt you made?"

The Xunlei blunderbuss was congealed by Zhao Shizhen's life's painstaking efforts. He usually cherishes his life and never shows it to others.

The purpose of Fan Chengxiu's coming to the capital this time, the main purpose of taking Zhao Shizhen's people away with determination, was for this Thunderbolt.

Because Li Chengliang knows how powerful firearms are on today's battlefield. For the dream that he has always wanted to realize in his heart, if he has the latest firearms to equip the army, it will definitely be like a tiger with wings, and there will be no disadvantages.

The eyeballs had turned red due to excitement and alcohol. Seeing Zhao Shizhen's strange expression, Fan Chengxiu laughed wildly and said, "Look, I can't bear it, I knew you were lying to me! You must be doing it for the prince. Is this a firearm, right? Zhao Changji, Zhao Changji, you motherfuckers are so dishonest, I know you for nothing!"

Anger rushed to his head, the spirit of wine surged up, and a sense of uselessness that had been held in for too long broke out in an instant. He stretched out his hand and flipped the table, and the cups, plates and bowls smashed to the ground.

The few family members outside were trembling with fright. They didn’t know what was going on. Old friends who hadn’t seen each other for many years reunited. They were playing happily together in a friendly manner, but now they are performing martial arts... There is an old family member who is very strong. Courage came up and knocked on the door, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, are you alright?"

Zhao Shizhen promised from inside, his voice was as calm as water without any anger: "Tell Madam, go to the kitchen and order another table, there is still wine to drink.

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